They put a pair of black four inch stiletto shoes on the floor infront of me and helped me into them, doing up the buckles they snappedthe padlocks sh...t. Stepping back, they asked me to walk around the room;it took a few minutes because of my big tits and the heels but Imastered it very quickly and was soon sashaying around the room, hips infull swing and tits jiggling. They held out a very small thong to stepinto, pulling it up to my knees they stopped and took hold of the ringon the end of my. She turned to look at CC, “And to answer your question, Hon, the prostate is a gland inside of a guy ass, it’s like the male equivalent to our clits.”“Really?!” CC exclaimed, shocked.“Yeah. My ex used to love it when I fucked him with a strap-on, and he wasn’t gay, either,” she replied as her smile turned into a mischievous grin. “You just might like that too, big boy! So no need to get all homophobic, I don’t think that you’re gay. I do just love a man who can admit to liking having his butt. My gag reflex is pretty much gone now. That took quite a bit of practice. Although, if this goes on long enough and deep enough. Yup, there it goes, still have a bit of gag reflex. The thick slime I choke up covers his cock as I rub it with my hands all over his shaft and balls. I slurp up the excess slime and swallow it.His balls are pretty slimed up now. I wrap my thumb and forefinger around the base of his scrotum and start squeezing as my palm wraps around his balls nice and tight. He lets. It’s a real phenomenon,” Bea mentioned.“Yep.”“I’m so sorry!” Bea hugged her friend, causing Cindy to nearly spill her wine.“It’s fine, I’m fine, just a little down,” Cindy pushed her off.“Is that why you divorced?”“No, not entirely. It was part of the reason, but not the only one.”“You’ve dated since then, though. Nothing there?”“Not very frequent and um, not enough – ”“Sex? Maybe if you had it more often that would change,” Bea suggested.“No. I did all the time with my ex. I never felt.